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133 dream-like trance

Some are free, some are weak, his weak fingers gently pinch the slender petals,

It seems to be pinching out a little bit of juice, some are true, some are false, and some seem to be there to believe something,

And some of them seem to be something that can no longer be believed in there, and it seems that there is something that can no longer be believed.

She was just there a little confused, a little shocked, a little bewildered and looking at him, as if she couldn't be sure if he was real.

It seems that she still wants to prove whether he is sincere, and it seems that she also wants to judge the authenticity of his smile, and whether there is something else behind his smile, what kind of attitude she doesn't quite understand.

She didn't know when she had become so suspicious, she just felt that everything had become too difficult there.

It's a little difficult, and there are some complaints, and I can't help but want to complain, and I can't help but have what kind of trance-like and dream-like feelings and feelings there,

It's just that in that dream it seems that I don't want to wake up again, just because everything is still so difficult there, I don't want to wake up again.

It seems that sobriety is a difficult thing to do, and what is cherished requires a hundred times a thousand times, or even double the effort and dedication to complete and achieve.

Many, many things are not something that can be done simply and easily if you want to, but you need to pay.

It takes effort, and how much effort does it take, and what cost does it take to get and get there?

Everything is there in a trance, everything seems to be there like a dream,

There are still some trance emotions, still so at a loss, still there are some reluctance, some reluctance,

Because of something very difficult, because of something very difficult, I thought about giving up there, thinking about what I didn't work hard to pay,

However, everything seems to be impossible and impossible.

There seems to be something that is no longer possible there. What is true and what is false, and it seems that nothing is true and nothing is false.

It's just that the effort is not enough, sometimes, he is not willing to pay too much for her, and he is not willing to pay too much price and hardship.

This seems to be a reality, regardless of whether there is resentment and anger in it, and there are reservations between each other.

A reservation in giving, a kind of reservation in unwillingness to give, that is both in each other, and it seems to exist in general.

She also seems to be there that she is not willing to pay something, and she is also there that she is not willing to work too hard, and she is not particularly willing to pay too much for him there.

But in the midst of that too much indifference and numbness, there is a kind of avoidance, a kind of being used, and there will be a sense of disgust on the path of being deeply locked and used and hurt.

It also seems that there will be a kind of disgust and inexplicable cold emotions there.

It's just that it is faintly accepted there, and it seems to be faintly answered there, but it is there that it is silently answered,

It also seems that what is absorbed there silently, and it is not very clear what is absorbed in it.

It's just that I'm in a trance there, but there seems to be some kind of emotional alienation and alienation in it.

It's a kind of something that isn't really enough, and it seems to be something that isn't working hard enough there, but whatever everything in that becomes,

Many, many things are still there unwillingly, and there are still things that can't be there.

There seems to be so much resentment in it, and what kind of reluctance seems to exist there.

It also seems to be something that can no longer be approached there, and it seems to be something that can no longer be approached there.

It seems like a fatal thing, and it seems to be so difficult that it can become overwhelming there.

It's going to explode there, it's going to be painful there, but it's going to explode there, it's going to be painful there,

But everything seems to be there terrible and terrible,

is not able to distinguish what is not clear and clear there,

It is something that disappears after a long time, something that disappears without a trace.

In the midst of it, I felt that I could no longer believe in something, as if there was nothing left to believe in that world.

It's just wandering there, it's just wandering there in pain, trying to struggle there,

But there was something she couldn't struggle with, and she wanted to ask him: Disappointed, are you real?

The white fox's spirit wanted to ask him like this several times, but after several pauses,

But he never spoke, but in the quiet air, there was a sinking atmosphere, and then, in the midst of it, suddenly he was heard to speak, "Yin Ling, you are so stupid. ”

"What?" The white fox's spirit was a little stunned, she barely heard clearly, and she didn't understand his words,

It was as if she couldn't understand his words there, as if she couldn't understand human language there.

It's there that she wants to listen hard, it's there that she wants to try to understand, and she wants to listen again.

And then try to understand something, but suddenly find that there is something that is impossible there.

What is there is already there that seems to be about to be broken and destroyed and broken.

There is something that is real there, and there is something that seems to be unreal there.

Everything is there and I don't know what it has become, it's just wandering and confused, and I don't know what it has become.

It's just wandering there, like dreams and dreams, it's a pain, and it seems to be something that needs to be borne there.

Some things seem to be real there, and some things seem to be unreal there.

He seemed to be there to laugh at her dotingly, but she couldn't hear any kind of smile from the smiling words.

She was just in a trance there, what kind of pain she felt, it was a very depressing painful perception and feeling,

She didn't know what was wrong with her, as if she couldn't explain herself there.

In the interactions between people in life, there always seems to be something that is true and something that seems to be false.

It's what isn't sincere there, it's what will disappoint and disillusion there, what it seems like can't face there,

It's something that can no longer be found in that quiet environment.

It's just playing with something in that place, as if everything is in that place, something that is not real and sincere enough,

It's all a deception, with a playful attitude, a frivolity, and a seeming irresponsibility,

And then, there will be anger in it, with resentment, and in that there will be incomprehension, a kind of incomprehension of the interaction of the crowd living in the crowd.

It also seems to be a kind of confusion and incomprehension of the blankness and pale power of life in that life.